Holding a little girl's hand, a young man walked through the streets of Ormont, a newly constructed city built on the ruins of a much older one.
He was tall, very handsome and had a very charismatic air around him. But if any woman, young or old, took a few steps toward him to try their luck, their bodies would notice something before their minds even registered it.
He's always smiling brightly at the little girl, showing her the various stalls across the street and buying her some snacks from time to time.
But his gaze was heavy and deep. Whatever joy he was showing was fake. Even though they couldn't explain it properly, the women felt as if they were standing near a wall of raging fire and freezing water, both at the same time.
Worst of all, the man had a heavy heart.
So much so that when they approached him, all other feelings vanished except the solemn feeling.
